Detroit 75 Kitchen — Restaurant in Detroit

Hungry Man’s Log: A Culinary Catastrophe

Today started with the kind of text every hungry worker dreams of: “Hey, want anything from Detroit 75?” Of course, being the self-proclaimed lunchtime connoisseur that I am, I hopped on that opportunity faster than HR responds to an email about free snacks in the breakroom.

After some deep menu meditation, my eyes landed on the golden, crispy perfection that was supposedly their chicken tenders. The picture whispered sweet nothings to my soul—crunchy, seasoned, promising. Yes, this is the one. I promptly informed my equally food-passionate coworker of my choice, and all that was left to do was wait for that sacred text: “Your food is here.”

And then, it arrived.

I rushed to the office like a contestant on a game show where the grand prize was edible happiness. But instead of joy, I was met with what can only be described as a lunchtime crime scene. A crowd of disappointed eaters stood around their orders, staring in stunned silence.

First, my coworker’s fish and fries. A tragic tale of steam, moisture, and misplaced hope. The hot fish had been mercilessly dumped on top of the fries, transforming them into a soggy, lifeless pile of regret. Over-seasoned, undercooked, and looking like it had been through some things—it was a meal that had given up on itself before it even left the kitchen.

Then, my chicken strips. Or at least, that’s what they claimed they were. What I unwrapped looked like someone had taken frozen Great Value chicken tenders, microwaved them halfway, and sent them on their way with a “Good luck out there, champ.” The resemblance to the menu picture? Nonexistent. I wasn’t expecting a perfect match, but I was at least hoping for the same species.

Now, let’s address the real issue here: Why do places that pride themselves on their food quality think they can get away with serving up this level of mediocrity? And then—THEN—they have the audacity to ask for a tip?! Sir, I should be asking you for emotional compensation.

It’s time for us, the consumers, to take a stand. No more accepting soggy fries, bootleg chicken, and overhyped meals that taste like betrayal. We deserve better. Until then, I’ll be out here, surviving on broken dreams and vending machine snacks.

Signed, A Hungry...

Oh, let me regale you with the tale of my delightful escapade at Detroit 75 Kitchen! Brace yourselves for a review that's as zesty as a shrimp po-boy and as cheesy as a 3rd Street Detroit cheesesteak. Trust me, it's going to be a wild ride!

So, picture this: I find myself standing in front of a food truck, stomach growling like a roaring engine. As I peruse the menu, my eyes lock onto the magnificent shrimp po-boy, whispering sweet nothings to my taste buds. And oh boy, did it deliver! Each succulent bite transported me straight to flavor town. The shrimp were plump and juicy, like little oceanic heroes sacrificing themselves for the sake of my gastronomic pleasure.

But wait, there's more! The 3rd Street Detroit cheesesteak strutted onto my plate with an air of confidence. Tender, juicy meat piled high, and melty cheese giving me a seductive wink. It was a culinary masterpiece that had my taste buds doing a victory dance. I couldn't help but feel like I was biting into a slice of Detroit's soul. Simply irresistible!

Now, let's talk about the atmosphere. Imagine a courtyard filled with the tinkling sounds of water fountains and flowers blooming left and right. It's like nature decided to throw a party and invited my appetite as the VIP guest. But the pièce de résistance? The view! Oh, the view! Behold, the majestic Ambassador Bridge, standing tall like a beacon of architectural brilliance. It was as if the universe conspired to create the perfect backdrop for my meal.

But here's the cherry on top: the speed at which my food arrived. In just 15 minutes, the culinary wizards at Detroit 75 Kitchen transformed my hunger into pure satisfaction. I couldn't believe it! It was like they had a magical food assembly line hidden inside that food truck. Hats off to them for their lightning-fast service.

In conclusion, Detroit 75 Kitchen is a food lover's paradise. With its food truck charm, courtyard ambiance, and views that could make even the most jaded cynic weep tears of joy, this place has it all. So, my friends, if you're seeking a delectable adventure that will tickle your taste buds and make your heart skip a beat, look no further. Detroit 75 Kitchen is the answer to all your foodie prayers. Bon appétit, my fellow culinary...

The customer service will keep people away, even if the food is good- which its mediocre at best. I checked out their social media after reading reviews about how rude the staff is and it seems on par with the experience we had. Perhaps not the cooks, but the cashier and people taking/ giving the food orders have been rude and dismissive, almost as if they are being inconvenienced. This visit was a simple pickup order. The girl working the window yelled out "whos next" when there was only one other person standing there waiting for food. When told that we were picking up an order, she interrupted by turning away to talk to another staff. Again, we let her know we were picking up an order. She set a bag up on the counter and said nothing. You almost couldn't tell who it was for because she never spoke to us or made any eye contact. Not a hello, a thank you, a have a good day... no words. Her energy seemed bothered. I had to see what the manager/owners response was to all of the similar complaints and it looks like nothing has changed in a while. It's a food truck, the prices are high, the service is bad. Drive a couple minutes around this neighborhood and you'll find great food and service a dime a dozen, and at any price. This food truck is a place to avoid. Can't wait to get a basic response from the business that is a copy and paste response to all the other similar complaints here on google. I don't need it, My review is here to be seen as a warning to other potential diners.

*UPDATED RESPONSE TO THE OWNER I would thank you for the timely response to my "verbose" review, but the snarky tone and term you used is right on par with the service we received on our recent and last visit. I'm happy to give a DETAILED and accurate description of a bad experience. Best to you and the girl with awful service skills, you're doing great job at...